Like is such an ambiguous word. Some equate like to average or okay. While others consider like to be high praise. It depends on the person and sometimes the subject matter. And this month I liked a lot of books. Not like/love but liked enough to be glad I read (most of) them while remaining very aware of their flaws and still enjoying them enough to not go berserker over those huh? moments. And that, my friends, is actually pretty high praise.